This is a song about "Kitchen untensils"

I'm a son of a gun

Standing in the kitchen

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Of being pour with no ambitions, house the size of a kitchen.

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen

I left him in the room, proceeded to the kitchen.

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Ya nothing but a bitch, step outside of the kitchen

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

I'm something out of place like a women not in the kitchen

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

You just working with the scraps you was given

Yeah i ain't done

Go to a soup kitchen